You Don't Have to Lay Your Life Down (Non-Challenge Fic)

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I was going to write this anyway, but after the weekend I turned it into a Robert Vaughn/Napoleon Solo tribute.


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If It's Wednesday It's Time For Drabbles

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A Matter of Time - A Little Drabble Do Ya

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A double drabble...
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"What time is it?"
"Where's your watch?"
"What difference does it make? What time is it?"
"Napoleon…"
He sighed, it was never easy trying to avoid Illya's inquisitions.
"I left it somewhere… I'll get it back."
"It is the new watch from R&R, isn't it."
Solo hung his head, the memory of the previous night battling with the obvious topic at hand.
"I think she took it, purposely.  She is most likely a THRUSH agent, although she didn't harm me in anyway."
Illya smiled at that.
"Obviously the watch is more valuable than you are."
"Very funny."
"Let's go."
"Where to?"
The blond sighed, his friend was worth the trouble but still he found his romantic trysts slightly annoying at times.
"Where do you think? To retrieve the watch."
Now it was Solo who smiled.
"We don't need to.  I let her have it, we want to track her movements.' It was always nice to get something over on his Russian partner, the one with the big brain.
"She's THRUSH's newest and loveliest agent, and Mr. Waverly wants to know where she's taking the watch.  It will probably lead us to THRUSH Central."
Illya whistled at that.
"Very clever."

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"The finer points of liverwurst" for A Little Drabble Do Ya!

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A triple drabble today.

It was after hours in the Commissary and Illya Kuryakin was scrounging around for something to eat. He discovered a real find in the refrigerator, and proceeded to grab some rye bread to make a rather large sandwich for himself...make that two.

Something was missing though...what to put on it as it would be a bit dry, though not completely. After searching, he found a perfect condiment.

Napoleon walked in a few minutes later, guessing where his hungry partner had gone.

Illya was seated at a table chowing down.

“Found something I see?” Solo pulled up a chair. “What is it?”

“Braunschweiger on rye bread.” Illya pushed the second sandwich towards him.

Napoleon cocked his head after picking it up and giving it a sniff. “Smells like liverwurst to me.”

“It is. Braunschweiger is generally pork liver, though smoked. However, basic liverwurst is not. They are pretty close to each other, Braunschweiger gets its name from a town in Germany called Braunschweig. While liver sausage is a more generic term used to describe many different types of liver based sausages. Braunschweiger is more like a country pâté en terrine.”

“Knowledgeable on liverwurst too, who would have thought tovarisch?” Solo chuckled.

“You have forgotten that I was stationed at Berlin headquarters for a short time with Harry Beldon.”

“Did you share your liverwurst knowledge with him as well? Napoleon quipped. “Pâté  does sound much nicer that Braunschweiger,” he bit into the sandwich; his only other response was a hum, indicating that he liked it.

“Yes, oddly enough that is what Harry said as well.”

“Is that coleslaw I taste?” Napoleon kept talking.

“Yes, it needed something and that was all that was in the refrigerator. I would say it was a successful experiment. Now may I eat please?”

The American merely nodded as he was too busy enjoying his sandwich.

Fog - A Little Drabble Do Ya! - Nov 16th

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Once again, personal circumstances meant that I wasn't able to write something for yesterday's pic fic. To that end, I've once again borrowed the prompt and used it for my drabble (and a half).

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Illya Kuryakin had spent three days bringing the information to New York HQ. Its importance was vital for global security, but he had deliberately taken the slowest route he’d dared. THRUSH were aware that he had the information, and he knew that they would assume he would get it back as quickly as possible.

Just before arriving back in the city, via bus, Illya realised that this was the most dangerous part. New York was swarming with THRUSH and he could be recognised at any moment. However, he almost grinned as they travelled through the city, to a bus station only a couple of blocks from HQ. A thick fog had descended, obscuring anything which was more than an arm’s length away. Thanks to this good fortune, and the grey suit he had chosen to wear, Illya successfully delivered the information; walking past two THRUSHes who were waiting for him.